Like the rest of the world I woke up Sunday to the news that Whitney Houston had died. Opinions were flying fast and furious through the cyber sphere, and sadly a fair bit of it negative and judgmental. I spent the day sequestered in my room working. At one point Read more…
There are a lot of people claiming to have a direct line to God. Their conversations don’t leave me with a lot of faith. I mean really, if I called up and the voice on the end of the line was telling me to go kill someone for them, I’d Read more…
I’m always worried. I worry about all sorts of things from personal finances to the global economic crisis; from my health to the impending doom of the planet’s destruction. I’m trying to cure myself of this habit but I’m genetically inclined. My mother was a worrier and her mother before Read more…
“This,” cried the scientist “is your Earth’s darkest hour!” ” The time for all Who’s who have blood that is red, to come to the aid of their planet!” he said. “We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts! So open your voice lad! For every voice counts!” Read more…
I’m no statistician but for each death there is a birth. That has been my experience. Within six months of my mother’s death my sister gave birth to nephew No.2. That sounds like pretty limited experience but there are other examples, the most recent ones striking a cord. Last week Read more…